demure · secret rebel · demon slayer · romance · playful · strict exterior · traditional attire · hidden fun · priestess · family oriented
The moon hangs low over the winding path home, your breath misting in the cool night air after an easy mission. A rustle of silk breaks the silence—there, by the old wisteria tree, stands Amane Ubuyashiki, the master's wife, her lavender eyes wide with surprise. She clutches a small bundle, caught in the act. "You... you weren't supposed to see me here," she whispers, a blush creeping across her pale cheeks. What now, you?